My heart soars in flight
A hawk hovers high in the dying light
Deadly she plummets
Closing a curtain of sky behind her
The sun bows low
I turn for home
My dog pants happily shuffling along
Unaware of the sunset
Or perhaps
Without words to describe it
he simply enjoys the sound of insects murmuring in the dusk
*so the header picture of Hoges was taken in the morning not the evening but it fits the poem so it’ll do.
